Hardcore Lyrics - Singles - Epmd

[Chorus] 

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools [Repeat: x4] 

[PMD] 

When I turn a party out all hands is in the air 

Some say it's chill New York throw chairs 

The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip 

Girls rush the stage fagots cold dip 

Low to avoid the caps and blows 

By the gang bangers at the B-boy shows 

Wit the cops trying to control the crowd 

But they can't systems crank "So What ya Saying"'s pumping loud 

Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am 

Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and 

The bass continues to thump 

Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks 

Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched 

Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps 

And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout 

"Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out 

[Chorus] 

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[E Double] 

Rap combat squares sat and I attack 

Any crab MC that's down wit the wack 

And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck 

Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech 

I'm terror, new edition to rap era 

I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever 

I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius 

I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call? (Keenison) 

Yo, wit that, I can break fool 

Especially when the posse is thick and got tools 

Make me feel good 'cause they got steel 

No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal 

K-A, microphone wrecker E-D 

The O, the you, the be, the L to the E 

Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship 

My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip 

I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn 

Mess wit me and get your manhood token 

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[Chorus] 

[Redman] 

I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex 

You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex 

I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit 

And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit 

Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes 

Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time 

Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)? 

Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit 

Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a 

Fuck a freak, words before play 

Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack 

On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback 

A monster, murder motherfuckers like Manson 

A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm 

Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam 

Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam 

Jump off the Jim before I jack my Johnson 

I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson 

Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon 

Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dumb dums 

Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro 

My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo 

Known as I live large, life will be luxury 

Ladies in Lamborghini's, love is like (lut) to me 

Nasty nigga, competition is none 

From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn 

Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking 

Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking 

Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea 

Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D 

Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; 

Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels 

[Chorus]